#burningsky

[chateautangerine]

@burningsky for: send “📔” to read an entry from my muse’s diary about your muse (accepting)

I saw Daniel today at the Writers’ Conference. How is he, you wonder? He has a lovely wife, although I never got to see her — I imagine love is relatively similar to Alice in Wonderland. That is: falling down the rabbit hole?

Sherry says he’s ‘Danger D’ on account of “unmentionable habits”, and would like me to keep my distance.

I’d be very happy to share my stash with him, mano a mano, as it were. 

Does he read my novels? It'd mean a lot to me... He’s award-winning, and I think he smiled when he saw me today — I’d proffered him an Old Fashioned garnished with an orange peel.

I've always wanted to be him.

That said: he has these eyes that turn lavender in the light. How fond of flowers is he, do you reckon?

It's quiet tonight, and I’d like to invite him for a drink. I leave you with this:

The man appeared through the cottonwood grove and stood over the rider until he blotted out the angry red sun and it seemed as though blinking. At some last reckoning the rider lied wondering if he had dreamt him and as he turned cold within the thatches of nutsedge and thistles he peered into the man's eyes until the ship of heaven sailed on all anight into eternity, and under the setting of the sun he dreamt no more.

#burningsky #( ct: asks. ) #( ct: v: main. ) #sherry is his editor #cliff is so dreamy dumb about being noticed #also lowkey the short story is like some hypothetical where 'the man' is daniel and cliff is the rider #like he dreamed daniel before he died (dramatic. positive). kind of like daniel finding him in the writers conference #which was good for cliff bc he was getting critically reamed there and dan saved him : ) #so the passage is like some short story wild west version of the writers conference and cliff is just kind of too much isnt he #also x2 idk if hes still married to alice at this point in time??

[desiredprince]

@burningsky​ continued from here. 

TOLERANCE level at an all time high --- suppose he puts up with him for Armand’s sake, suppose he puts up with A LOT of things for others because he has learned that doing so meant it was some kind of endearment on his part. Though he did not want to do something, doing SOMETHING for others was a form of telling them; I care about you. Without there being any reason to open his lips to occur simultaneously that he even cared at all.  Lips pressed together tightly while he watched Molloy walk into the main entrance from the hallway. Leaning against the doorframe with his palm pressed against the woodwork --- nail scratched idly as he listened to the sarcasm bolt from his mouth. Was the human TRYING to play along? Amuse him, the blonde felt compelled to praise him for being such a little actor.   

This was everyone’s current home away from home; the castle that hid within the shadows of the day. Confined within the compounds where the abyss hugged it tight, ONLY allowing the sun to peek through on a specific time to shine through the west wing’s clerestory windows, the BEAUTIFUL rainbowed glass window’s best-known for being a major light source in cathedrals. Dancing their sources on the back walls as one would walk through fast enough to watch the dream like patterns wave to the stone work. The home become more modernized over the years for better fitting to the century. New glass doors & windows alike in the front corridors. A lock system that kept the security TIGHT --- secured more so on the inside then that of the outside. Entirety of the place sets between being forlorn & welcoming; if that did not describe Lestat de Lioncourt, then nothing will. 

What other’s didn’t know that it was CERTAINLY bad to leave your dog in the hands of the prince. He wasn’t too good at feeding the poor things & he gave it what it was most addicted to --- but most certainly NOT for dogs. Soon he pushed his weight off from where he was leaning, walking toward the front, bare feet silent against the tile. 

                ❝ I NEVER realized how funny you were. ❞  He began, completely jumping over whatever the human had faintly muttered before. He had chuckled through that sentence, rather it was a genuine question or one he was TRYING to get through, that was up for Daniel to deicide.  Here the rock star stood now, pushing back blonde locks from his face into a pony tail, relying on the small band that had been hugged around his wrist; keeping the locks off neck to feel the rush of cool air against his nape. While doing this, walking forward --- it was best to keep hands occupied with something so trivial, otherwise one might start pointing to where he KNEW every little hiding spots were of those tiny little bags.   ❝ I MUST ask, how long were you away ? I’ve lost sense of all time. Most of the days just blurred together. ❞  

That’s what happens when drown yourself in the rush of the HIGH; Daniel knows this. Though vampires needn’t to worry about the health of their being, the feeling still reconciled within their person. The mind began to FOG & completely jumped out of the reality it settled in; dreamlike ---- nothing compared to the surge of feeding though, ESEPCAILLY against the skin of one you loved most. It’s too BAD the journalist would never know what he had to do to be like him. 

#burningsky #idk where you wanted them but boom #hehue

[ingolds]

i had a dream about you. 🌕 budding romance

were it not for their keen hearing, theo might have missed the words that daniel slurs down towards their feet. theo has an arm about his waist, daniel's arm slung over the breadth of their shoulders, almost all of the man's waist leaned into their side. they'd found him slumped over on a park bench just past midnight, empty paper bag in hand, and hadn't liked the look of the stranger that had decided to sit next to him. twitchy fingers and bright eyes don't make for good company, and the decision to help daniel get home had been an easy one.

the moon lights their path, pale and glowing, and theo waits a long moment before answering. whether or not he meant to make the admission is unclear, but his stare is both hazy and heavy on their temple. expectant. the confession had slipped from him for a reason.

“ you'll have to tell me about it in the morning, ” theo says gently, tightening their grip around daniel's waist when he stumbles. theo smells whiskey, tobacco, the salt and musk of his sweat. they carefully don't look at him. “ just focus on walking, for now. we're almost home. ”

@burningsky

#burningsky #ANSWERED. #im obsessed with theo being a shoulder to lean on and a helping hand to daniel #he NEEDS it

[therelentless]

ooc;; did you know that daniel and nandor are human besties? 😎✌

#{ house meeting! } ;; ooc #burningsky

[sortilegum]

@burningsky cont. from x

“It’s a surprise.”

Q is a foreboding figure in any setting. Holding already a neatly draped stack of dried and pressed clothing over arm. A confident image of sharp-angled and tailored cuts framed by the wilderness of ebony curls that fell around their shoulder, dressed head to toe in white. A stark contrast perhaps, to the dishevelled younger man that stood before them. It was nothing new to Q. Daniel’s prophetic terrors were frequent, although Q was not with the man daily to know how frequent. It was surely only a matter of time before the poor boy lost his mind and the witch would have brought two damaged souls into their care. Still, Q knew how not to draw attention to it.

“You look like shit.” The witch stated bluntly, placing the fresh clothing they had cleaned over the end of a chair near where Daniel stood. A streak of morning light hit their cheek illuminating the weariness on their own dulled sleepless complexion. “And you left your door unlocked.”

Q’s gaze turned with their body, fluidly, if not for their leg, indicating with their wrist for the man to follow. “Come, your gift is in the hall. I’ll need your help to get it in.”

On the click of their heels, the witch trailed off out of the kitchen moving out through the rooms toward the entrance stopping at a large blue and white striped cardboard box that had made its way haphazardly pushed through the door although not too angled to not display the graphic outline and bold typeface: Brother WP-1 Personal Word Processor.

#burningsky #// oops I wrote too much #// q not drawing attention to issues by drawing attention to them

[vampyrebond]

( @burningsky )

" armand isn't here. i don't know where he is -- most likely hunting. can i take a message for you? "

#burningsky #( v. i'm sleeping with a ghost. ) #[ louis at the door like [

[drus1lla]

@burningsky asked: you must be dead to the world. QUEEN OF THE DAMNED (2002) SENTENCE STARTERS .

the  use  of  the  word  makes  her  laugh.  it's  like  a  childlike  giggle,  the  woman  leaning  over  by  the  table,  icey  stare  fixed  on  the  man  before  her.  such  sharp  mind.  curious,  curiouser.  she  was  lonely  those  days,  her  sweet  boy's  head  twisted  with  thoughts  of  the  slayer  and  her  little  family  was  no  longer  together,  so  drusilla  endured  on  her  own.

 she  sees  the  same  loneliness  in  those  eyes,  as  sharp  as  they  are,  and  she  indulges  the  boy  with  forbidden  knowledge.  "for  your  world,  perhaps.  there  is  another  world  out  there,  pet.  and  I  get  to  be  a  princess."  lips  curve  into  a  smile  then,  excited  to  speak  the  tale  she  fabricated.  "it's  dark  and  gloom  and  if  you  behave,  the  angels  give  you  powers  beyong  imaginable.  like  a  fariytale."

#burningsky #♛ ¦ answered asks ✧･ﾟ― i'm ringin' all over #she wants to eat him in the not fun way but then again maybe it is fun for them

[bikeorbob]

Sublime Sunset in the Western Sky over the Gulf of Mexico. #sunset #sublimesunset #fireinthesky #sky #skyporn #skylovers #skyphotography #sky_captures #clouds #cloudporn #cloudlovers #cloudphotography #redsky #emeraldcoast #santarosabeach #burningsky (at 30-A Santa Rosa Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqMRS0Pu7Bw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sunset #sublimesunset #fireinthesky #sky #skyporn #skylovers #skyphotography #sky_captures #clouds #cloudporn #cloudlovers #cloudphotography #redsky #emeraldcoast #santarosabeach #burningsky

[maros130]

Cold winter sunset.

#Countryside #vidék #sunset #atmosphere #hungary #magyarország #end of the day #burningsky #colours #colors of nature #coloursofthesky #photography #hobbyphotography #canon #canon70200mm #myway

[sindicate]

careful isn’t really my thing. for richie.

          "  impressive  lifestyle .  see ,  if  i  had  to  choose  between  leaving  this  place  with  my  head  between  my  shoulders  or  have  it  rolling  out  that  door  i'd  be  making  wise  and  calculated  moves  here ,  xander  cage .  "    ever  the  strategist ,  the  gecko  with  the  brains  -  being  caught  off  guard  was  something  that  bruised  his  ego ,  he  wasn't  too  keen  on  that  feeling .

↪ 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 . — @burningsky

#oh here we go lmao i am TOO EXCITED FOR THIS #i'm going with the plot you msged me about initially #( richard g. / answered ) #burningsky

[audaciiae]

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞ for kit.

"You do more than just that. After all, you know where he is, don't you?"

Kit is straddling Daniel's lap as they speak, hands grabbing his collar as they lean dangerously close to him. Oh, they know they could just pull it out of him if they really wanted to, but where's the fun in that? They love to listen to the quickening of a heartbeat, the pulse visibly pounding in his neck. It makes their mouth water, and a sharp nail traces along his jugular as they grin, all sharp fangs and malice.

"You know where Casper is. You've seen him. Spoken to him. He loves to pull his little disappearing act, but I will find him. You'll just make it a bit easier...so, Daniel. Will you tell me, hm? I'll be so very nice to you if you do."

#burningsky #;Kit #i hate them i hate them i ha--

[desiredprince]

ARMAND PLAYLIST. / music from: tamino, the budos band, the cure, tricky, ethel cain & max ritcher

DANIEL PLAYLIST. / music from: barnaked ladies, boston, the kinks, the clash & t. rex

#cowby & sab have a huge part in these playlist i made for armand and daniel #i love making playlist ya'll it's so fun #i wanted to share ! #▸ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 || such a thing gives soul to the universe. #godpyre #burningsky

[ingolds]

@burningsky / 🌕

“ you're playing tricks on me in the sun — i see your shadow in the courtyard. it stays until the day is done. ”

my oasis, sam smith ( ft. burna boy )

#burningsky #THREAD. #i love the lyrics you got. i think this could be Very Fun

[chateautangerine]

@burningsky continued from this

A vampire's mouth.

Cliff looks at his thumb. It’s stained red now—sticky marmalade. Strawberry jam—and there is a blur to him like looking at the surface of a too-dusty mirror, the glass smeared in fingerprints. Next, he lifts his head. 

There are things he may never know about Daniel. The company he keeps behind closed doors. Which side of the bed he sleeps on. What he regrets. But he knows that sometimes, unapologetically drunk or riding the wave of chemical euphoria, having snorted snow, Daniel Molloy may sometimes stumble out of bars with no inhibitions and a warm, static bloodbuzz; a little more hated than how he woke up.

Strange hazel-purple eyes and a bleeding face. He might have staggered after a drunken fight to his apartment only to find Cliff at the door. He offers a sleeve.

Cliff hugs him momentarily, eyes closed.

"I'm losing sleep over you, Daniel," he finally says through a drifty breath, pulling away. Cliff is all rosy-minded fuzz, not all there, and he lays a hand against the doorframe. He inhales, delicate. "...Someone also drank from me," he confesses. Then, further away, "Or I dreamed they did."

Cliff blinks slowly and holds a magazine. A note is paperclipped to the front.

#burningsky #( ct: v: main. ) #again i still think about how u described cliff 24/7 since i read it i need it #why is he all bloody. cliff should administer first-aid (makes things worse) #but hes thinking it was a bar fight :) #also dropped another ntl reference. saw them again on wednesday n guess what? they played apartment story!!

[sortilegum]

@burningsky cont. from x

A mellowed warmth from electric light frames the witch’s silhouette that lingered against the frame of the doorway. A sensual, androgynous visage covered loosely by the royal purple feathered chiffon peignoir that clung, tightly tied to their waist. A mass of hair kept neatly to their back.

Like a deer blinded in the headlights. The man was endearing, and beautiful in all his young awkwardness, even in his moments of tragedy, self-destruction, and madness. The writer too often brought Q a range of emotions and affections Q was not sure they wanted to feel.

“My dearest sparrow.” The witch’s foot held, poised, above the threshold. There was unease but they pressed. “Do I frighten you?” They took their step forward into the room hitting the light. Like a predatory animal, prowling, graceful, formidable, a cruel allure. Their hand stretched out, seeking Daniel’s warmth. Eager to invite his. Eager to touch, to feel his flesh against their own. Their fingers grazed his skin. Crimson claws spreading over soft tan.

The witch’s head tilts, the flash of heterochromatic hues greet violet, lingering. “Daniel.” Their voice hisses gentle and low, capturing the writer’s lips tenderly in a kiss at their name. A mischievous hand presses against his crotch.  “Daniel.” His name was spoken again. Murmured against the other’s mouth, the heat of his breath on their own. “Undress me. Slowly.”

#burningsky #;;usfw

[vampyrebond]

no YOU named the group chat rat smoothie ( it's me. hi. i'm the problem it's me. )

#ichorlet #burningsky #[ i think we should forever immortalize the rat smoothies thats all ]